A Lamentation For Jim Nye

í rom the New York Bun. We sball miss Nye. We could have better spared n bettcr man. It seeins a pity bo should have to go, and that he should givn place in going to Jones, whoever he may be. Jones, as we reixd in the pres, is a porson whoin his cups proslaims that he bas " boug-ht up the whole - (1 Logis) aturo.'' An oiïunsvve ereaturo oí Nevada wlio talks in this reprehensible munner ander the influenoo of the flowing bowl is not a statesman who can make Nye's place gooi anywhere. But his remark diso oses cliaracter. lt ks base, sordid, umststewnaulike. Nye, to be sure, made a similar sugges-ticn some dozen yea-rs ag,. when CoiMtecticut was baving a close eleetion- to the effect that we (meaning tlae ltepubliciin party) would "buy up the d-d State." But Nye was speaking in a political and patriotic, not a personal aense. His proposition was to buy up the St;te for a gíeftt party. Jones bought up á Legielatir for lus own individual use ana behoof. Without knowing Joues, we venture to say, on ■ the streugth of this remark of his, that he is an unpleasant person, to behold whom in the seat of tho lamorited Nye will be to the bereaved Senate a constant irritution and pain. Nye was a bold raonntaineer. Not one of the mülions of American citizens who have been subject to his di2,iy eloquence can ever ïorget his glowing and beautiful description of his " mountain home beyond tho setting sn." On all their minds and memories ha is painted by his own master hand in colors i'roni his own unequaled palette, a rapt and rotund garaph penning tho Sierras sgainst the background of the western sky. For a man wlio has spent so little time iu a State, and that mostly in a tnuisiont way at a hotel, and the State one that basn"t a green spot the size of a Mexiean dollnr in its whole extent, the love of Nye for his mountain home was something bejond kuma comprehension.